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"But, Chao Sheng, do you really take on so many jobs? There's no time just to draw a serial cartoon, right? Do you still engage in modern painting, abstract painting, ink painting and oil painting? What the hell? Aren't these modern paintings? "

Gu chaoluo flipped through the microblog again. He put down his mobile phone and arched to Shen Chaosheng, who was sitting next to him watching TV. He straightened up and took a potato chip from his hand.

It's cucumber flavor. It's cool and refreshing.

Shen Chaosheng instinctively handed the potato chips to Gu chaoluo and asked him to grab it. He also sat back a little bit to make him take it better.

"Of course I have to take over the work." Shen Chaosheng stares at the TV without blinking. "I usually go to some studios to help them make statues or guide them in drawing. Occasionally I also go to the university to work as a teaching assistant. After all, I have to live! How can you live so well in such a high price place like Lvcheng by drawing a serial? You think too much. "

"But I heard aunt Xiao say that you have to draw every morning when you get up. Isn't that a waste of time?"

When the advertisement was broadcast on TV, Shen Chaosheng leaned back on the back of the sofa. Gu chaoluo also folded up his legs and half collapsed on the sofa looking up at him.

"I'm going to have a painting exhibition next summer vacation, and I've bought an art gallery."

Gu chaoluo's potato chips fell to the ground, opened his mouth and slowly spat out a few words: "I, my, Ma, ah!"

Seeing his reaction, Shen Chaosheng immediately showed a funny smile. He leaned over and rubbed Gu chaoluo's head and said, "what's the matter with your eyes and expression?"

Gu chaoluo immediately clapped the debris on his hand and hugged Shen Chaosheng's waist, "I take back the words I just said that I didn't hold your thigh even if I killed you! Brother Chaosheng, would you like to take care of me? Ah? Rich man! Why am I so poor? "

Shen Chaosheng looked at the head buried in his waist and felt funny. He took the opportunity to reach out and rub his head twice.

"Brother, you're rich too, OK? You also had a signing party today! There are so many books sold in one, and there are two more to come! "

As soon as Shen Chaosheng had finished this sentence, Gu chaoluo sat up with him in his arms, and his expression on his face became very solemn and serious.

"No way!" Gu chaoluo glared with big eyes, "I'm going to write my serial now! Today's content is: rich Zhuma helps poor writers! "

As soon as Shen Chaosheng was about to pat him on the forehead and say something about him, he sat up and went back to his room.

Shen Chaosheng listened to the sound of closing the door, and said in a loud voice: "brother! If the door is broken, take someone to pay the debt

Three seconds later, Gu chaoluo said in a loud voice: "good! Brother, you can come in now. I'll clean myself and move myself! "

Suddenly a fast car

Shen Chaosheng covered his face with a smile, "do you see too much of the drama of the overbearing President?"

This is Shen Chaosheng's own murmur. Gu chaoluo, who was far away, didn't hear it at all.

The TV set in front of him began to play a five-star food show with a good reputation. Shen Chaosheng put the potato chips on the coffee table, went to the opposite sofa and pulled out a book with a gradual blue cover from under the cushion.

On the cover was a word he was very familiar with.

Shen Chaosheng brushed the words on the book cover with his fingers, and his smile became soft.

He wrote these words.

Shen Chaosheng still remembers his father Shen Liren's gentle face when he called him for an appointment. "Chaosheng, someone asked me to help write a few words, but I didn't have the time. What's more, the words I wrote didn't have that sense of youth, which was not suitable. Do you have time? Help dad with this? "

"The moon sets."

Shen Chaosheng recited the name gently. When he wrote these words, why didn't he remember Gu chaoluo?